The forbidden Move of Autumn Water Sword Art, Autumn Water Flowing霞!
Once Autumn Water Flowing霞 was unleashed, her killing power could directly rival Internal Energy masters who had broken through the first barrier.
With this, she could escape Wu Haihua's entanglement and glimpse a chance of survival.
The power of Autumn Water Flowing霞 was immense, so it naturally came with a price.
If she used it, she would need at least two or three months to recover.
For a Martial Artist with Qi and Blood Fourth Level like her, whose martial Dao progress was rapid, time was the most precious commodity.
These two or three months were not just empty words.
This meant that during these two or three months, she would need to focus solely on recovering from injuries and losses.
During this process, her martial Dao Realm would not advance.
She would not make progress, but others would.
This meant the gap between them would widen.
Such a loss was unacceptable to her!
However, at this point, there was no other way.
Just as Mu Wanjun was about to use the forbidden Move Autumn Water Flowing霞 to break through, a series of loud, clear gong sounds rang out continuously nearby, like dense raindrops, without stopping.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! ......
"Not good!"
Hearing the gong sounds, Wu Haihua's expression changed.
"It's the Zhenfu Division! Damn it!"
It was the most crucial moment, so how could the Zhenfu Division just happen to discover them?
However, to just let him give up like this, he was absolutely unwilling.
"Quick battle, quick decision!"
Wu Haihua low-roared, Internal Energy surging through his body as if it were free, pushing his attack rhythm to the extreme.
The two Ten Thousand Demons Sect first-rank deacons, one fat and one thin, also unleashed their attacks, continuously striking out.
Qi Blood Sixth Stage Perfection, marrow cleansing and blood exchange, immense strength, each strike carrying tens of thousands of pounds of force.
Boom!
Under the impact, an entire wall collapsed with a crash.
Knowing that the Zhenfu Division's reinforcements were arriving, Mu Wanjun's mood was different from before, and her Autumn Water Sword Art was executed flawlessly.
Even if Wu Haihua forced his Breakthrough, he couldn't take her down for a while.
Listening to the incessant gong sounds around him, he became anxious and irritable, which in turn disrupted his rhythm.
"Asou, you go deal with that kid first!"
Wu Haihua commanded.
The thinner first-rank deacon who was besieging Mu Wanjun, upon hearing this, was about to disengage from the fight and go deal with the person striking the gong first.
How could Mu Wanjun let them have their way?
Swish ~
Sword light flashed, blocking the thin deacon's path.
"Courting death!"
Wu Haihua sneered, seizing the opportunity, and thrust his short dagger, aiming directly for Mu Wanjun's chest.
Mu Wanjun frowned, reacting quickly, her body moving slightly, trying to avoid Wu Haihua's flying dagger.
However, she only avoided most of the sharp edge, and the very tip still pierced her body.
"Die for me!"
Wu Haihua wanted to go further, directly aiming for her heart and lungs.
However, Mu Wanjun did not give him this opportunity.
Sword light surged, stabbing towards his throat.
In a hurry, Wu Haihua slashed his short dagger downwards, trying to leave the largest possible wound.
Whoosh!
Large pieces of the fish-scale uniform were torn open and fell off.
"Soft armor!"
Wu Haihua, who had retreated to avoid the sword light, looked at the scene before him, his face grim.
Behind the fish-scale uniform, Mu Wanjun was wearing a soft armor.
However, the soft armor was extremely exquisite, and it only protected the core area.
But it was this very detail that completely foiled Wu Haihua's calculations.
He had originally intended to forcefully kill Mu Wanjun before the Zhenfu Division's reinforcements arrived.
But with her soft armor protection and considerable martial Dao strength, they really couldn't take her down in a short time.
If he stayed here any longer, and the Zhenfu Division's masters gathered, they might not be able to leave.
From the moment the gong sounded until now, they had dragged it on long enough.
It's time to go!
Wu Haihua hadn't expected that Mu Wanjun, just a little girl, would not only have such a Realm in martial Dao, but also such rich combat experience.
Such talent, among the younger generation in Weishui County City, could probably rank in the top ten!
"Go!"
Wu Haihua said this unwillingly.
However, before leaving, he would kill the person who ruined his plans!
Hmm!?
Wu Haihua suddenly froze.
Just now, the previously dense gong sounds suddenly disappeared.
Wu Haihua looked at where the gong sounds had last disappeared, and with a movement of his body, he was about to give chase.
Swish ~
Mu Wanjun thrust out a sword, like the waves of Autumn Water, blocking Wu Haihua's path.
"If you want to kill, you'll have to get past me first."
"Damn it!"
Wu Haihua couldn't help but swear.
But after a moment's hesitation, he made a decision.
The gong sounds were gone, and it would take him some time to find the other party.
Coupled with Mu Wanjun's entanglement, if he forcefully tried to kill the gong-striker, it would probably delay them even more.
For such a trivial disappearance, taking the risk was simply not worth it.
Forget it! Another day!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three figures moved extremely fast, leaping between houses.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! ......
Not long after they left, the extremely dense gong sounds rang out again.
Wu Haihua, halfway through his leap, couldn't help but almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"You f***ing......"
"So despicable! You infuriate this old man!"
......
"They finally left."
Chen Ping'an, striking the gong, was a little nervous, his palms were covered in sweat.
Seeing the situation stabilize, he lowered his head slightly, breathing to calm himself.
He had originally followed the sound and walked towards here.
The closer he got, the more obvious the fighting sounds became.
He had heard the fighting from afar.
From the sounds of the fight, he judged that these people's methods were not to be underestimated.
His first thought was: Are these people Martial Artist with Qi and Blood Fourth Level!? Or Qi and Blood Fifth Stage!?
He quietly sneaked over, but he was fine without getting close, and then he was startled when he got close.
There were dazzling sword shadows dancing, with sword Qi flashing, and on the other side, short daggers spouted sharp edges, these methods......
Above Qi and Blood!
Chen Ping'an, seeing the situation clearly, was greatly startled.
Late at night, in this remote corner of Jiming Lane, how did so many masters appear!?
What kind of luck did he have!?
When he was still quite far away, Chen Ping'an's first action was to extinguish the candle in his lantern.
Then he looked at the gong in his hand, and his first reaction was, he couldn't strike it!
If he struck it, he wouldn't even know how he died!
It would be too easy for a being above Qi and Blood to kill him!
How much monthly salary did he have, why would he risk his life!
Just as Chen Ping'an was preparing to sneak away, and run as far as possible, he suddenly saw the black-patterned fish-scale uniform among the figures.
Black-patterned fish-scale uniform! It's someone from the Zhenfu Division!
"No pain, no gain, I'll risk it!"
After a fierce struggle in his mind, weighing the pros and cons, Chen Ping'an finally made a decision.
He struck the gong in his hand.
But he wasn't stupid, he struck it while observing the situation on the field.
If the situation was not right, he was ready to run at any time.
Just when Wu Haihua was about to come and kill him, Chen Ping'an keenly noticed this, and he decisively and resolutely stopped striking the gong, and quickly ran away.
However, the other party was blocked by the person wearing the black-patterned fish-scale uniform.
Watching the other party run away, Chen Ping'an became bold again, and struck the gong once more.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! .......
"Okay, they've already run away, no need to strike anymore."
Chen Ping'an looked up and found an extremely beautiful figure appearing not far from him.